Bones

when you are born as a person with stature,

the bones at you core makes you a creature
for all have bones even if varied,
and a body is carried,
 its weight bared,
by the bone,
and enables a being
 to be as shown 
Strong and unchanged 
like a scaffold of strength
effected by no age,
like a white of a scripted page

These parts of a person
alike a persons name,
cheat death and will remain the same.

Its like a marker of chalky white
that stays unseen of the light,

till years along
when stones heads have eroded and gone,

curious future kin dig to pasts long,

and you as bone remain undone,

and you pass a knowledge by nothing but bone
to the future moment that from death you now own